Continued from Part 1:
Tara Mongola was walking down the street, trying to calm herself down after having accidentally killed an entire family of fluffies with her car.
She wasn’t an abuser, so what if hurting fluffies felt good, that wasn’t the person she was and she could just choose not to mutilate those dirty rotten annoying little SHITRATS who deserved-
-She’d be fine, she’d be fine, she’d be fine if she could go the rest of the day without-
“Dummeh poopie babbeh! Take sowwy-hoofies!”
A fluffy mare smacked a brown foal, knocking it away as it tried to suckle for milk.
Tara barely managed to keep herself from kicking the bitch’s head in.
The mare was a mold-green pegasus with yellow stripes, smugly giving her bestest babbeh lickie-cleanies. The bestest babbeh was a male version of his mother, bloated on milk.
Satisfied with the cleaning she’d given her spoiled brat, the mare lowered him to the ground.
“Stomp him to paste, you know you want to! It would serve the bitch right! DOITDOITDOIT!” the ghost of Joseph Mongola whispered in Tara’s ear. He was probably a metaphorical ghost though, symbolizing Tara’s fear of madness and sadism being inherent to the Mongola bloodline.
That didn’t explain why the ghost was wearing a costume that looked like if Liberace’s most flamboyant outfit, a jester costume, and a Teletubby had a baby, but Tara ignored it.
She could control herself, she could choose not to abuse fluffies!
In fact Tara saw a way to prove she wasn’t an abuser! The mare and her foals were about to cross the street and likely to get hit by cars! Tara would save them from that.
The mare noticed Tara and perked up.
“Hewwo nice wady! Pwease be nyu mummah tu mummah and bestest babbeh!”
She held up her morbidly obese foal, straining with the effort of lifting his endless rolls of fat.
“See how gud dis babbeh am! Am su pwetty fow mummah, gibe su many heawt-happies!”
“Puntthecunt, puntthecunt, puntthecunt!” Josef chants in Tara’s ear, costume bells jangling.
Tara instead puts on a fake smile.
“I’m sorry but I can’t adopt you-”
The mare’s smile drops and she sniffs.
“Dummeh hoomin am tuu dummeh tu see hao gud mummah and bestest babbeh awe.”
Tara just presses on.
“-just make sure you look both ways before crossing the street so you don’t get hit by a car.”
The mare shrugs, then turns her head to look.
She moves too quickly though and the fluffy’s fragile neck is snapped by the movement.
The bestest babbeh mimics his mother, only to suffocate himself when his head is trapped in his blubbery torso, his limbs twitching before eventually going still as death claims him.
Tara tries to at least help the mare, but her attempt only causes the mare’s neck to twist further, her head rotating 180 degrees before popping off like a champagne cork, blood spraying out.
The poopie babbeh stares up at Tara in horror.
“MUNSTAH! YU GIBE BWUDDEH AND MUMMAH FOWEBEH-SWEEPIES!”
Tara snatches up the brown foal and screams in its face.
“I DIDN’T DO IT! I AM NOT AN ABUSER!”
Tara realizes too late that she’d squeezed too hard as the foal is crushed in her grip.
Bits of it fall from between her fingers as she screams into the sky.
Up in Skettiland Fluffy Saint Peter waits at the golden gates to greet the souls of fluffies to see if they’ve been good enough to receive the eternal bliss of Skettiland or are damned to the eternal torments of Sorryland.
The horrendously-dressed Josef Mongola is also there to do the “Welcome to Skettiland” song and dance for every single fluffy that has lived a virtuous enough life.
It used to be that only fluffies who had been baptized and been part of the Fluffy Catholic religion could get into Skettiland but 100% of attempts to baptize fluffies result in the filthy shitrats drowning instead so the standards were relaxed.
Fluffy Saint Peter frowns when he sees the mare and her two very different foals.
“Yu am howwibwe sinnew!”
He’s pointing at the poopie babbeh.
“Yu nu sabe youw mummah and bwuddeh fwom munstah hoomin! Yu go tu Sowwywand!”
The poopie babbeh plummets into Fluffy Hell.
Enraged beyond belief Josef punts the mare and bestest babbeh in too before the portal closes.
Fluffy Saint Peter gives Josef a look of exasperation.
“Fow da wub ob Skydaddeh, stop duing dat!”
Author’s note: Tara Mongola and Josef Mongola are OCs belonging to @BFM101